Handing me a
hand picked weed,
lukewarm coffee
and
smiling with your
teeth.

Some time after my second cup,
I said:
“It feels like I pinched a nerve
and I’m having trouble breathing.
What should I do?”
Clutches ribs.
I can’t cry because 
no breath.

“I don’t believe you,”
you said, leaving.
“Thursday”

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